I wake up with the feeling of hands on my abdomen. I'm pretty sure they were Booth's hands. I have no idea how long I've been out of it. I feel better though. I just have a headache, and the never ending nauseous feeling. Atleast I'm still pregnant. I yawned. I was exhausted.
"Bones? Are you awake?"
"Mhm."
"How do you feel?" I opened my eyes and looked at Booth's face. He looked tired, and worried.
"I'm fine," I lied. He could tell. "How are you?"
"I'm doing much better now that your awake."
"How's the baby?"
"Fine." He smilied. As much as the nauseous feeling was over powering me, I still smilied back at him.
"You look green. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine...Do they have trash cans in here?" Booth held the trashcan as I pucked my guts out.
"That's going to pass soon," Booth started. "That means your going to have to start eating." I cringed.
"Do I have too?"
"Mhm." The room went silent. I started to drift off towards sleep.
"Baby why are you making mommy sick?" I heard Booth mumble to my stomache. I smilied.
"Booth. The baby can't hear you."
"We don't know that."
"Why don't you get some sleep Booth?" I scooted over in the hospital bed. He layed down.
"Goodnight Booth."
"Goodnight Bones, goodnight baby." I was out in seconds. Maybe as drugged up on pills as I was I would acctully get some sleep.